Four Sequels That Couldn’t: A Cautionary Tale
The story is right there! Don’t over think it. It is a sequel. Sequels should be simple, stupid!
The story is right there! Don’t over think it. It is a sequel. Sequels should be simple, stupid!
In which thoughts on director Alan J. Pakula and cinematographer Gordon Willis’s paranoid ’70s trilogy are thunk.
A childhood favorite I should have left alone.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder is one of the more colorful directors in movie history. To put it mildly. To put it another way, he was a madman.
On the bright side, following this film’s destruction, you might be able to afford an apartment on Russian Hill.
Calvary pokes your conscience with a stick to see if it’ll twitch. Depending on the answer, you might laugh or get cross. Or both.
The question Blue Ruin brought to mind was something nebulous about what makes a movie “good.” Because, on the one hand, Blue Ruin is in many ways a very good movie. On the other, it’s not really about anything other than being a good movie.
Let the zombie banquet begin!
Robin Williams? I remember Robin Williams…
I’d like to tell you about who she was and what she meant to me, but I can’t. She was Lauren Bacall.
And the fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.”
Watching the deservedly maligned 1998 Roland Emmerich and Dean Devlin “reimagining” of Godzilla for a second time was not easy. I saw it in the theater when it opened and thought it was crap then. I was not alone.
A master director makes a brilliant TV show. And I’m not talking about Soderbergh and The Knick.
What the hell? There’s a movie starring Terrance Stamp, John Hurt, and Tim Roth released in ’84, called The Hit? How had I never heard of this before? Wait, Tim Roth? What was he, like 12 when he made this?